Daddy's little girl.
I remember praying for the week to go by fast, because Saturday & Sunday were reserved for him.
I felt like a princess in his house-- It was much bigger than my mom's apartment.
More Toys.
Bigger Bed.
Happier Me.
Daddy bought me the expensive clothes.
Daddy bought me a "canopy bed".
Daddy bought me a doll house taller than myself.
Daddy treated me like ROYALTY.
Until I was six.
Six was the age Daddy didn't pick me up from school as much.
Six was the age Daddy started boxing up his house.
Six was the age Daddy moved to Chicago.
Six was the age everything changed.
"I'll keep my number the same,"
He would say.
"I'll call you all of the time,"
He would say.
Apparently "All of the Time" means Once or Twice a year.
This man that I was once so close to,
Didn't have time for "me" anymore.
I was his only child.
But that didn't matter.
What mattered was his new Condo.
New job.
New Gym Membership.
New girlfriend.
New Celebrity friends.
His new life...
Maybe that's why I'm not good with relationships.
Maybe that's why I don't attatched to people.
Maybe I always expect them to leave me.
Leave like my father left me,
Leave like my grandmother's father left her.
You see, that's why you can't expect too much of people.
Sooner or later,
They all leave.
